Once, a very long time ago, in 1987, to be exact, I slept with Sarah C. She and I had flirted for the better part of the summer working at a resort hotel, but never actually did anything. Until the last night.

At one point, a bit late in the soiree, we were talking and the subject of us never hooking up came up. Well, it wasn't long before we left the party and went to my room.

It was a pretty good night, all things considered. And it was definitely passionate...at any rate, it was still dark when she kissed me and said good bye, as her ride to the airport was picking her up early that morning.

Around 9 or so, one of my buds knocked on my door (really everybody in our wing of the dorm) and called us to our last breakfast together. I tossed on some clothes and ambled over to the staff cafeteria to meet my friends.

I was partway through my meal when my buddy Ron asked me what the stuff was on my hands. Puzzled, I looked and saw some brownish red stains in the lines of my knuckles and the grooves of my palms. But I could not figure out what they were.

And then I did.

My friends said my face went white and I ran out of the cafeteria. I, fearing it was exactly what it was, tore off back to my room to confirm my suspicions.

So upon getting back to the dorms, I open the door to my room, walk over to the window and pull up the blind.

All I can say is wow. What a lot of blood.

All over the sheets. On both pillows. There was even some on the headboard but it was smeared too much to tell how it got there.

But on the wall next to the bed, smacked over the wall was my right hand print - over and over and over again.

So there I am, just standing there, simultaneously shocked and proud of the vaginal carnage, when my buddies catch up to me....

Once, a very long time ago, in 1987, to be exact, I slept with Sarah C. She and I had flirted for the better part of the summer working at a resort hotel, but never actually did anything. Until the last night.

At one point, a bit late in the soiree, we were talking and the subject of us never hooking up came up. Well, it wasn't long before we left the party and went to my room.

It was a pretty good night, all things considered. And it was definitely passionate...at any rate, it was still dark when she kissed me and said good bye, as her ride to the airport was picking her up early that morning.

Around 9 or so, one of my buds knocked on my door (really everybody in our wing of the dorm) and called us to our last breakfast together. I tossed on some clothes and ambled over to the staff cafeteria to meet my friends.

I was partway through my meal when my buddy Ron asked me what the stuff was on my hands. Puzzled, I looked and saw some brownish red stains in the lines of my knuckles and the grooves of my palms. But I could not figure out what they were.

And then I did.

My friends said my face went white and I ran out of the cafeteria. I, fearing it was exactly what it was, tore off back to my room to confirm my suspicions.

So upon getting back to the dorms, I open the door to my room, walk over to the window and pull up the blind.

All I can say is wow. What a lot of blood.

All over the sheets. On both pillows. There was even some on the headboard but it was smeared too much to tell how it got there.

But on the wall next to the bed, smacked over the wall was my right hand print - over and over and over again.

So there I am, just standing there, simultaneously shocked and proud of the vaginal carnage, when my buddies catch up to me....

Passion, finesse, skill and ability are all mutually exclusive. Although you can have them together if you're lucky.

I know one thing for sure. During my school years, passion was all I had. But damn it, it was the best 44 seconds I could give those girls...

Hah. Maybe it's just me, but I couldn't get past the smell of a lady that was heavy on her period. Probably doesn't help that I'm all about quite a bit of foreplay as well though more so than wham bam thank you mam!

don't be so hard on yourself, 44 seconds is probably 4x longer than your average college dude, you stud!

Hah. Maybe it's just me, but I couldn't get past the smell of a lady that was heavy on her period. Probably doesn't help that I'm all about quite a bit of foreplay as well though more so than wham bam thank you mam!

Well, not all ladies smell strongly when on their menses, amigo. In fact, I've met several women over the years that smell not at all when menstrating. And others that reek.

FYI, you're assuming there was no foreplay. All I can say is that it must ended up getting rubbed off on the pillow, 'cuz I was talking to the little man in the boat for a while....

True. That's a fair point, from my experience the smell from most girls while heavy on their period just doesn't work for me. There have been some exceptions here and there though.
But, foreplay, as in oral is a complete no go for me.